Update...

This is me staling on packing. I hate getting ready for trips. I feel like I spend 3 days of crazy stressed out running around so I can score 5 days of relaxation. That hardly seems fair! So in other news, Dr. Man stopped by last night. Like, stopped by my house. Yes. I know. I damn near had a heart attack at the door. He looked around my house and we talked for 30 min or so. My friend Kim was here and she was having some man trouble. I wonder what would have happened if I would have been home alone... hmmm... Then he promised to come in tonight at work to see me before I left. No such luck. WTF! So right now I'm sitting in my painting studio/office with an angled view of my front door, just hoping that he got stuck at the hospital but he is stopping by the house again. Sigh. We still haven't exchanged numbers. Again, wtf is that about? But I'm pretty positive that by the end of the week I'm going to be going through Mike withdrawal. It's almost irritating. I want this to work out. I like him. It's more than sexual now, I have things in common with him, I think he is funny, and witty, and adorable, and sweet. I want to get to know him. There is a definite crush going on here. Sigh again. I miss my Dr. Man.....